XU WUTAO
"Ahh…" I gasped at the sharp ache that shot through my skull.
Fuck, that was a bad idea. My nose felt like a foreign object glued to my face. A painfully sore foreign object . A single tear slipped out of my left eye.
The first thing I noticed as I regained consciousness was the smell. It was pungent.
Rotten food tainted the air with a stench strong enough to keep even rats away.
Where the hell was I?
I tried lifting my arms… failed. They seemed to be bound to the armrests of the chair I was sitting on. I couldn't move my legs either. They were also bound.
The good news was that they used actual ropes and not tape this time, so leg hair wasn't going to be a problem.
Yay…
I noticed one foot was bare. I must've dropped one of my flip-flops for whatever reason. The floor felt rough and— ugh! I just stepped on something gooey.
